The old man slowly walked up to the dozens of people waiting outside. He squinted, surveying the crowd with what he seemed to believe was a benevolent expression. However, a strange look flickered in his eyes when he saw Feng Shanshan beside Mu Chen. He didn't let his gaze linger, quickly shifting it to Mu Chen instead. After sizing Mu Chen up and down, the old man's expression turned to one of contempt. He shook his head and said, "The Empire really isn't what it used to be. To think they'd dare send a mere Martial Artist at the Martial Spirit Realm to the Senluo Ruins."
"What? Someone at the Martial Spirit Realm is here for the Senluo Ruins? He must have a death wish!"
"Haha, what a joke. His Empire must want him dead. They're deliberately using this method to make him lose all face before he dies a quiet death."
"Tch... He dug his own grave."
"..."
